I'm stoning. I'm surprised at how my fingers can still move after being stationary for so long. I'm stoning. I'm stoning. I'm stoning. Help, I'm stoning. I can't stang being glued to the seat all day long. My butt goes numb. I'm so bored, I'm starting to lose interest with my computer. Nothing's fun. I hate getting coop up in this room and fantasize and fantasize and fantasize. I miss Button, I miss school, I miss my classroom, I miss my table, I miss my chair, I miss the floor, I miss- Okay, stop it. Seriously, one can go mad like this. I need to move my legs, yet they won't move. Idiot. Damn. Retarded. I'm starting to get sick of MSN too. Oh well, isn't there something that can interest me? Argh. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. Most of all I hate YOU.

Actually, no one in particular.

I'm feeling bored. I'm feeling lame. I'm feeling like a mental block.

I want a dog. I need a dog. I love that dog. This is driving me crazy. CRAZY.

Artificial intelligence is too artificial. It's boring me out.

Even blogging seems like eew. 'Coz there's totally zilch to blog about.